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"What's the matter, little one?" Painite cooed. She had almost forgotten how wickedly fun this was. She watched him, her regard cold and thoroughly mocking.

It was evident in her light, blazing, sea green eyes that she had no concern for this senshi. All she saw was a bump in the road, a target to be killed and to leave behind her in a puddle of blood. He was just the first in what she hoped would be a long and glorious fight.

And a hell of a lot of fun.

Painite did not go out of her way to kill, usually, but this was not going out of the way. This was what they were here to do. She still carried around a very fleeting image from another large battle she had been in. Three words echoed in her head whenever her blood began to pulse this hard.

Kill them all.

And at the moment, she intended to. She grinned at Athene, shaking her head and laughing almost melodiously if not for the decidedly cruel edge to it.

"I'm going to love watching you dance on the end of my spear. How do you feel about kebabs?" She lunged at him again, holding her spear level, like a jousting lance.

Sailor Virtus might have been a little out of his depth, but he was here and that was what really mattered. He wanted to help, wanted to do whatever he could to support his friends and his teammates.

But this?

This was more than he had ever imagined. It made him uncomfortable, to say the least, seeing all the death and the violence. It was very hard to live in a happy bubble of sunshine and paper flowers when such stark reminders of the true nature of their battles popped up. Even Virtus and his aggressive optimism couldn't smile his way through this one.

But he could focus on his orders, focus on what he was told to do. He had to find Remarque, and show him how he had been training. Maybe he could put it to use here! Prove himself for real, and earn his place properly. He would do anything for the Dark Senshi, and always did as he was told.

It took him a lot of running around, but he spotted Remarque and hurried over as best he could, though he was still too far away yet to be able to talk to him, or see if the other senshi was hurt or not. He did see others from their team there, though, which was hopeful.

(If anyone wants to cut Virtus off or interact with him, he's open to anything. ^^)

[Order roll]

Oh god, oh god, the smoke! Sailor Subamara's first panicked thoughts were of volcanos, cracking ground, and as the attackers started pouring in, she could only stand silent, covering her mouth and nose ineffectually with both gloved hands. The meeting had seemed so sensible, she'd appreciated the agenda and hearing everyone's viewpoints, even if they were a little heated. She'd been all for giving chances to the bad guys, making them see a better way. It had made her feel good about joining the fight. Now, what could she do? Of course this was chaos, darkness and breathlessness, all of the nightmares. How did you purify this?

She wanted to get out. Before she blacked out. Bodies were dropping, horrible sounds on all sides, and she was far to the back and they were everywhere. She couldn't see or breathe, but she could still think. Hole in the roof. Chairs on the floor. Smoke rises.

Down down down, she thought, dropping to her knees and trying to crawl away from the smoke clouds, away from enemies she could barely see, more powerful than she could imagine. Even with her eyes screwed shut, it seemed she could still see things, horrible smokey afterimages that swiped at her. She couldn't avoid them, there wasn't any out. Allies, then.

She forced her watering eyes open, looking around for white cloth, a friendly aura, and stumbled in the direction of the first one she thought was real, choking out her magic before the smog took her voice entirely.

"Subamara Coffee Rush!"

It wasn't an attack as such, but maybe it would help a little. At any rate, the strong coffee smell it gave off certainly cheered her up.

[Attack details:
Subamara Coffee Rush (short-range AOE buff)
Subamara holds out her hands and a stream of coffee pours out, pooling on the ground around her. A strong coffee aroma fills the area. Anyone splashed by or stepping in the coffee feels temporarily more alert and energised - specifically, their hearing and agility are both slightly boosted for the next 30 seconds.

- Effect: Slightly boosted hearing and agility
- Range: Anyone within 1 meter radius of Subamara
- Duration: 30 seconds]

"Yer talkin' my language, short stuff!" The tomboy pulled herself out of the coffin before standing up next to Hygiea. The mention of ********* did draw a curious gaze about the room towards one of the many more powerful energy signals in the room. The only one that seemed non-chaotic was indeed wearing a top hat.

"E-yup! Looks like ********* had to deal with... is that Irene?" She had to pause slightly when another Nega approached, clocking them good across the face before returning her attentions to the chibi senshi at her side.

"...I think th'cats will be fine on their own... they're much smaller so they can avoid a lot of th'danger... I think we need t'find the rest of our team, Hygiea! Victoria, Eunomia, Egeria... get ********* and Irene over 'ere..."

She had laid out the game plan, now they just needed to execute it.

"Irene, Victoria, Eunomia, Egeria, *********... Meet at the wall!!" she shouted once more. Perhaps this time her shouting would actually achieve something.








[OOC Note: I will be away for most of the day, but feel free to have your characters approach Iris while I am away. Asteroids, just post. Anybody else, please PM me to direct me to the post. Thanks!]

[chaos, hourly]

Did it smell like ******** coffee in here? Howlite wondered, briefly, if Ares' smoke was starting to effect her. After this was over, she'd make sure all of her people got the strong drink of their preference, and a belly full of food for whomever could handle it. A hard shake of the head cleared that notion, and she was able to bring her attention back to the matter at hand.

[CHAOS Roll]


Shame, deep seated shame, it fed on emotions better left hidden in dark recesses of his mind. There were so many senshi here who’s names he did not yet know, so many powers he had not documented and that were muddled up into the terrible chaos of the battle. His breath came for that minute in sharp panicky bursts, judging him. Every single agent of Chaos here was judging him, their lives depended on his orders, his information. More than their weapons, more than their ranks they relied on him.

They trusted him because he had put forth the monumental effort to climb the ranks of the dark kingdom to this stage. He had fit whatever amorphous framework made a desirable General King in the Dark Kingdom.

Small wonder there were always those who were constantly disrespectful, always doubting despite being a fresh face in the crowd, or nearly an inactive one. What then, what then could he do when faced with the shame of his failure?

His hands clenched and unclenched as he struggled to shake off the attack, there was no undoing it though till the allotted time had past and then, then if felt like he could –breathe- again. Yes, there would always be doubt. Yes, he could not save them all. YES, some people would always behave like they were part of the order side of things, snarling and balking at the organized system they were part of as though they would forever be free of any lash back for their behaviors.

But he HAD risen to this rank, the circumstances had been complex but he had not done so poorly as his own self-doubt, his own personal senses of shame would have him believe.

“What a fascinating attack.” He growled, trading cold anger for shame. “I’ll make a note of you.”

He hurled another smoke bomb Into the crowd, towards whatever he could find for the thickest cluster of senshi, preferably low rank to keep them from swarming as it seemed they had a propensity to do.

No one had given DAHLIA a gasmask.

It was a thought that brought an angry few tail lashes from the dark Guardian as she slunk low to the ground, hacking and coughing in a far less lady like manner then she'd ever want to be seen as. Yes it had been short notice. Sure.. they probably didn't MAKE masks for cats. But that still didn't help to sooth the cat with the princess mentality's annoyance. Why hadn't they thought of her? She was VERY important after all. Too both the Negaverse and the DMC. Where would they be without her? Hmphhh.

Her nose wriggled, and her eyes burned, but after a few moments she was finally able to make enough sense of things to begin to carefully traverse the battlefield. It wasn't likely many people saw her, so tiny and similiarly colored to the smoke. But she was very concerned with dancing gracefully between all the quickly moving feet. She was mostly looking for dark senshi to help, but that didn't stop her from swipping out some sharp claws at an unprotected ankle as she passed. High heels were great for making a lady look good sure. But they didn't offer much protect. Good thing fuku's didn't always care about being protective or logical.